Chapter 19
Dom slowly made his way back to the truck with his walking stick, relieved. Nothing. Nothing had been suspicious, apart from the time something rattled in an egg and he’d bolted, only to return after it failed to blow and open it to discover a tiny toy car. Relief.
He tossed the stick in the back of the truck and turned, doubly relieved to see Kiko returning from the farthest path of the woods. More cars were pulling up now in a trickle, people Dom recognized as other Mount Angus residents, carrying fold-out tables and chairs. He moved to meet Kiko halfway.
“No bombs?” he asked, relieved again when he realized it meant they hadn’t had to worry the cops anyway. Kiko frowned.
“Not exactly,” he said, and Dom noticed now he was carrying several plastic eggs, attempting to hide t
